"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" I hollered before my feet hit the floor. "Oooh, my aching back."
"Are you OK?" she asked, extremely concerned.
"Sure, just a minor thing. No big -- yooooowwww! -- deal."
There is no guarantee that exercise will cure what ails you. You still might develop a rutabaga in the brain pan, or debilitating arthritis, or whatever. But following Younger Next Year will most likely put way more spring in your step than there is now. Even if the word "Aiiiiiiiiiiiii" is still an integral part of your vocabulary.
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